Egypt The parched, dry earth cracks Beneath a merciless sweltering sky Rain comes but once every four years To slake the land's thirst. The Nile oozes by sluggishly The water's glimmer lost to murky brown The plastic bags and bottles Choke the river. Skyscrapers pierce the horizon City buses bustle by Modernization has rushed to change The land of timeless age. Pyramids rise from the earth Temples still echo with the priest's footfall But every year the echoes grow fainter With the intrusion of the modern.

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